Emma Ardrossan Whore ❤️

About London

Hmmm… alright, listen up, hon! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, like the ol’ gals in them gritty streets. nasal snort Whore – ain’t that a word that just slaps ya? I mean, picture this – some dame, all dolled up, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that flick I’m nuts about. “We are not machines!” – that’s what they say in it, right? Whores, they ain’t machines neither, just folks tryna live, y’know?

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Ardrossan is a coastal town on the eastern side of Yorke Peninsula and is a popular tourist destination. Ardrossan is an easy minute drive from Adelaide.

Then, I bump into Mrs. McGregor. Bless her heart, she’s always got a story. She starts telling me about her cat, Whiskers, who apparently has taken up yoga. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Whiskers doing yoga? Really?” I mean, I love Ardrossan, but this is a new level of weird.

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